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Beyla had just gotten back from her first viking, so she was officially a reaver. It felt good to have reached that next level of accomplishment, but it had not been easy. Spending time babysitting Deimos and Phobos had really taken it out of her, but she was ready to move past it. Maybe she could brawl out some of her frustrations by dueling. She padded down to where rogues challenged for their Askoruns, maybe she would answer one today.
The salty breeze blew lightly through the reaver's black mane as she waited patiently, expectantly, but she worked on stretching and practicing in the meantime.